| So easy for pleasure
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| To recast itself as pain
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| To return from whence it came
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| Came, yeah, yeah
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| Say, no warning, no measure
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| Just attack and total shame
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| Just a faceless lack of grace
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| But I was told there was a place in bodies
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| That was captured in the way
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| That wouldn’t turn from pink to grey
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| But I’ve seen their faces and their change
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| Lifted out of this sweet embrace
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| Seen their beauty cast away
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| So easy for pleasure
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| To recast itself as pain
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| To return from whence it came
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| Yeah, no fullness, no measure
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| Just a lack and total shame
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| Just a faceless mask of hate
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| But I, I wanna hold you in my hands
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| I wanna feel your different shapes
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| I wanna see the world as pain
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| But I, I think about this feeling
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| And I see it cast away
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| See it turn from pink to the grey |